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| A simple lady, none the more. Sitting silently on this shore. My mortal heart beats this night. To hold her close and make it right. Such a satin godess she seems to be. Drawing emotions' fire deep from me. And in her hand a single rose. And form my heart a soft repose. For in this nightly courtship I see. This lupin angel strikingly. Her softness pulls every strand. And my heart call for from the lands. Of Kinghtly dreams, and gentle hands |
| SIMPLE LOVE |
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